Originally posted by snowinscotland... A pleasant breeze ruffles the hair of the RHP Street residents dozing in their hammocks. The delivery boy screams again but draws less interest than before. His screaming routine had now become such a tiresome regularity that it formed part of life on RHP Street (Other parts included plaing chess, arguing, debating the meaning of life and having a strange fascination with word association games).
... the scream of a delivery boy breaks the quiet,
but we barely raise our heads from the hammocks to enquire why.